05 | baby butz | action

[thebutz]

Sage, no! Come back!

[How can these kids be so fast?! Larry is chasing after one of his two brand-new three-year-old daughters, who has apparently decided to take after her daddy and paint beautiful masterpieces... On the walls of the castle lobby. She's also managed to stay just out of reach of the out-of-shape Larry so far.]

Nick, help me!

I'd love to, but I'm a little busy!

[Phoenix, on the other hand, is struggling to catch another little girl who has decided that the large staircase is in dire need of some finger painting. He keeps managing to inch close enough to grab her arm, but he's too afraid of hurting her to do that, and so she continues wriggling up the staircase, slowly painting it with a big, blue stripe as she goes.]

Olive… I appreciate your color choice, but you can't paint the stairs...

...you know what, I give up. Paint the walls. [He flops down in a chair and watches as his daughters continue defacing the castle. Come join him, Phoenix!]

5 Salvaged Memory Boards

[zeke_developer]

[Huey was going to put the finishing touches on the Chrysalis mobile weapons platform he'd been building for the Western Outpost, but the castle, as it always does, has a way of frustrating his best-laid plans. Today, that frustration comes in the form of a very young toddler who looks suspiciously just like his daddy (save for the blue eyes), and is currently doing his damnedest to reach the resin models of the different robots Huey is planning to build. He can't quite walk yet, but he's pretty good at holding himself up just long enough to reach up to the counter where the toys models currently reside. Huey rushes over to where his son is, and picks him up, trying to distract him from his current bid to play with Huey's toys.]

Hal! Those aren't toys! Those are the models Aleksander sent me to inspire my work!

[Predictably, since he's being denied his daddy's awesome toys, Hal starts crying. Huey sighs, and hands him his RAY model, which the child immediately starts to gnaw on.]

So...uhh...I know I'm not the only one who got a kid today, for whatever reason, but...I don't think the castle could've picked a worse potential dad if it tried. I mean...I've got things in my lab here that aren't...uhh...exactly childproof. Anyone know where I can take my...son? Someplace where he's not as likely to...uhh...potentially die?

ƒ014. adventures in babysitting

[msattentionspan]

[There's a four year old girl running around Robb Stark's room. Faith is standing in the middle of it, trying to see if she's gonna wear herself out. It's not going well.]

I wanna wear a beautiful dress!!

[She shuts her eyes and tries to not get to that point of yelling. She remembers how it was growing up, but she was never like this.]

C'mon, what about these shorts.

Pants are ugly.

What? I wear pants.

No. Girls wear beautiful dresses and I want a ~beautiful~ dress!!

[Sigh.] Right... [She goes to grab the journal, planning on filtering to Buffy - or God help her Lana... but oh, right, it's already open. She's going to wish for a dress, but she's still not comfortable wishing for things... for her MAGIC KID.]

(no subject)

[scinlae]

( room filter )

[ backdated to the morning!


Waking up to someone else in her bed is one of the many things she holds no fondness for. Especially when she distinctly remembers that they certainly were not there when she went to sleep. The fact that it is someone she knows only strengthens it. The fact that it is him causes the battle between her heart and her mind to begin anew.

Well, Morgana certainly hopes you have had a nice sleep Gwaine, as your waking is going to be anything but. Shaking her head she embraces her anger, quickly becoming furious that he managed to find his way into her bed. She takes the dagger she keeps her pillow, fingers tightening around the hilt and in a single swift movement she straddles him. The blade pressing against his throat--isn't this familiar? ]

What are you doing here?

(no subject)

[rarities]

[dictated cheerfully!]

My, there certainly are a lot of fillies popping up all over the place! It's a little sudden, but I suppose that can't be helped! I hope everyone is having a wonderful time taking care of them.

And ... well, I haven't done much in the way of filly clothing, but if there's any interest, I'd be happy to make something stylish for them!

[Filtered to Kanaya]

Would you happen to have a moment?

four :: journal

[i_got_this]

[By some grace or miracle of god South has finally, finally gotten the twins in bed and sleeping at the same time. She shuts herself off in the main room before cracking the journal open, since the last thing she wants to do is have either of them wake up after so monumental a success.]

I'm going to need three things. Er, people, residents, whatever. A babysitter, a shopping buddy, and a drinking buddy. Preferably in that order. Last two could possibly be the same person.

For anyone familiar with the city; best places for baby clothes and/or beer?

[South and her amazing priorities strike again. Believe it or not, she is making an attempt to be responsible, but she still sounds pretty exhausted for only day two.]

17th Perscription ~ [Dictated]

[atadiscoverer]

[There's the sound of happy baby noises coming over the journal, as well a familiar beeping noise. To those who recognise it, it'll be the sound of Dr. Beckett's Ancient Life-Signs Detector. And a baby.]

No, no no, Rodney, those are daddy's-

[And the sound of Carson coming over to rescue his journal and scanner from his castle-given son.]

Wait... It's active... You've got the gene, too?

[It was to be expected, but it's still a surprise.]

Who's a little genius, aye? Who's a wee genius? [Baby talk. And it makes Rodney giggle.]

(no subject)

[persequor]

( Town/Church filter )

( Catelyn Stark )

( Jon Snow )

(no subject)

[lonenoble]

Apparently, the Castle decided to be nice to me and not give me a kid to deal with on top of the Pokemon.

Thank you, castle. Emile is enough to deal with. Don't need a kid in a room full of firearms. Though I'm not sure I would have minded the chance at parenting for a little while. Would be interesting...

Case 006 | Hattori Heiji | [ Dictated ]

[loves_osaka]

Uh...

Anyone know how t' change a diaper?

[ Yes. The great detective of the west can't change a diaper. ]

The Second Time Around Is Supposed to Be Easier, Right?

[wishmadeinfire]

 [There is the sudden sound of clamoring feet and a young child giggling in the background.]

Ashura, go that way. [A frustrated sigh] The last time he was here he could barely walk and now he’s outrunning both of us. 

[A high pitched mewling pipes in as if in comment.]

Sibyl, you aren’t helping...

[Ashura, for himself, is trying to get around to the other side of the couch, when Agni bounds down and UNDER the couch, their little boy dropping down to crawl beneath the rather high bottom of it.]

It’s like trying to catch one of them! Agni! Sit this instant! Ryuga, come here!

[Ryuga just keeps going, trying to reach the Pokemon that has curled itself up behind Felix’s heels like it had been doing nothing at all wrong.]

We’re never going to get him to eat at this rate. Come on...

[He kneels down to try and scoop the kid up anyway.

To which Ryuga is none to pleased and begins a most horrendous crying. Or rather, a temper tantrum. He had been playing with Sybil and Agni and did not enjoy being interrupted in his play, but what two year old did? 

Ashura sighed, rubbing his temples and pointed at their two Pokemon.]

You two - to bed!

[He pointed, the two pokemon slinking off into the bedroom and out of sight, which Ashura hoped would calm down their child enough to get him to eat.

Ryuga reacts precisely to the opposite and launches into a full fledged screaming fit instead. Somewhere in the middle of this racket Felix is attempting to keep hold of the toddler.]

This isn’t working.

[Why was this easier last year? Somebody help?]

[ooc: Green is Felix, and Red is Ashura]